ROBIN WILLIAMS’ SAN FRANCISCO MANSION: WHERE HIS SON TIED THE KNOT ON THE LATE ACTOR’S BIRTHDAY

Robin Williams passed away in 2014, leaving behind his children: Zelda, Zachary, and Cody. Robin and his ex-wife, Marsha Williams, raised their kids in their San Francisco home.

In 2019, on what would have been Robin’s 73rd birthday, his youngest son honored him by getting married on that special day.

Robin Williams was a beloved actor known for his incredible comedic talent. He starred in popular family films like “Aladdin,” “Jumanji,” “Happy Feet,” and “Night at the Museum.”

Robin died by suicide on August 11, 2014, at his home in Tiburon, California. He was born on July 21, 1951. At the time of his death, he was single and had been married three times. His children were Zelda (34), Zachary (41), and Cody (32).

Robin Williams married his first wife, Valerie Velardi, in 1978. They had a son, Zachary Williams, together. The couple divorced in 1988.

Robin then married Marsha Garces in April 1989. They had two children together: Zelda and Cody Williams.

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In 2008, Marsha Garces filed for divorce from Robin Williams. She said they had irreconcilable differences. Marsha requested joint legal custody of their kids, with Robin having visitation rights and paying spousal support. She also asked the court to divide their property after figuring out all their assets.

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During their marriage, Marsha and Robin Williams worked together on films like “Jakob the Liar,” “Patch Adams,” and “Mrs. Doubtfire.” After their divorce, Robin married Susan Schneider in 2011, but they divorced in 2014 and did not have any children together.

Robin and Marsha raised their kids, Zelda and Cody, in their San Francisco home, which was at the corner of Sea Cliff Avenue and El Camino Del Mar.

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The beautiful San Francisco mansion, which Robin Williams and Marsha Garces renovated in the 1990s, is a large 10,600-square-foot property. Built in 1926, it has more than 20 rooms, including six bedrooms, five full bathrooms, and three half bathrooms.

The home offers stunning views of the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco Bay, Marin Headland, and the Pacific Ocean. It was listed for sale at $25 million in October 2023.

Steven Mavromihalis, who is handling the sale, mentioned that Robin and Marsha expanded the house while keeping the original, valuable materials from when it was built in 1926. They also added a movie theater and a grand foyer, which is a central and impressive part of the home leading to its elegant public spaces.

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The outside of the property features stunning lawns, bushes, gardens, flowering plants, mature trees, and hedges that surround the entire estate. It includes several sitting areas with clear, open views, making it an ideal space for entertaining guests.

The home includes a four-car garage with both side-by-side and tandem parking options. Inside, the living room is spacious with wooden beams on the ceiling, a wood-burning fireplace, and a French door that opens to the terrace.

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The house features a spectacular eat-in kitchen with plenty of counter space, triple sinks, and custom cabinets made from high-quality materials. Next to the kitchen is a butler’s pantry. There’s also a media entertainment room with a half bath that opens to the east lawn and an outdoor dining patio.

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The primary suite is designed for peace and tranquility, offering views of the Pacific Ocean and the Golden Gate Bridge. It includes a spacious bath with a soaking tub and a separate walk-in shower. The suite also features a large dressing room and closet. On the upper level, you’ll find four bedrooms, two full bathrooms, and a home office.

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The home includes several hidden safe rooms and a large, ventilated walk-in vault. On the garden level, you’ll find a sauna, a one-bedroom guest apartment, and a fitness center with a full bath. This level also features a wine cellar, a pantry, and plenty of storage closets.

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Marsha shared her experience of living in the mansion with Robin. She mentioned that Robin enjoyed shopping for art, and since their home was so large, they bought modern and unique pieces to decorate it. Marsha mixed new, old, historic, and handmade items to create a beautiful and eclectic look for the house.

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Robin had a love for toys, so their home was filled with various toy collections. Additionally, some items in the house were particularly special because Marsha and Robin would give each other art pieces as gifts on special occasions like birthdays.

In 2019, Robin Williams’ youngest son paid tribute to his father by getting married at the same San Francisco mansion where Robin and Marsha had raised him.

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Robin Williams was very proud of his kids, but he didn’t think of himself as a perfect father. He saw himself as a dad who was always learning and loving his children.

Zachary, his oldest son, graduated from New York University with a degree in rhetoric and followed his dreams to become an actor and director. Zelda, his daughter, made a name for herself in horror movies. Robin described his youngest son, Cody, as “kind but brilliant” and also as an actor.

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Robin’s children continue to make him proud, even though he is no longer here. They have each made their own way in the entertainment world as actors and directors. They also make an effort to honor and remember their dad on their special occasions.

The Previous Owner of My House Left a Cautionary Note About Our Neighbors – I Didn’t Believe It Until One Day

When we moved into our new house, we thought we’d found the perfect neighbors in the Johnsons. But after returning from vacation to find our property trashed, I discovered a hidden note that would change everything and force us to question who we could really trust.

We moved into our new house a year ago, and everything seemed perfect. The neighborhood was quiet, the house was beautiful, and we were excited to settle in. Our neighbors, the Johnsons, seemed cool too. They welcomed us with a pie and friendly smiles.

“Welcome to the neighborhood!” Jane beamed, holding out a steaming apple pie. Her husband, Tom, stood behind her, grinning and waving.

“Thanks so much,” I said, taking the pie. “I’m Emma, and this is my husband Mike.”

Mike stepped forward, shaking their hands. “Great to meet you both. We’re really looking forward to living here.”

We chatted for a while, and they seemed nice enough. Their house was somewhat run-down, but that didn’t bother us. Over the next few months, we got to know them better. We had barbecues, swam in our pool, and generally got along well.

But three months later, I found a note from the previous owner tucked inside a kitchen drawer. It read: “Beware of the Johnsons. They’ll make your life hell. Don’t put them too close.”

I showed it to Mike that evening. “What do you think about this?” I asked, handing him the note.

He read it and frowned. “Seems a bit dramatic, don’t you think? They’ve been nothing but nice to us.”

I nodded, but something nagged at me. “Yeah, you’re right. It’s probably nothing.”

“Maybe the previous owner had a personal beef with them,” Mike suggested. “People can be petty sometimes.”

We decided to ignore it. After all, we’d been getting along great with Jane and Tom. Every weekend, we invited them over for pool parties and barbecues. We exchanged recipes, borrowed books, and even asked for their advice about garden design.

“Your tomatoes look amazing, Tom,” I complimented Tom one day when he came over to look at my fledgling vegetable patch. “Any tips?” I asked.

Tom puffed up with pride. “Well, it’s all in the soil preparation…”

Jane and I swapped book recommendations regularly. “Oh, Emma, you have to read this one,” she’d say, pressing a novel into my hands. “It’s absolutely gripping.”

We gave them permission to use our garden and pool any time they wanted — we were set for our annual family vacation, so it felt good leaving the place for our new neighbors to enjoy.

Fast forward to last week. Mike and I returned from our vacation, and what we found left us livid. Our beautiful garden was trampled, the pool was filthy with debris, and there was garbage strewn all over the driveway. It was a complete nightmare.

“What the heck happened here?” Mike exclaimed, his face red with anger.

I clenched my fists. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”

We marched over to the Johnsons’ house. I knocked on the door, my jaw set with determination. Jane answered with a smile that seemed a bit too wide.

“Hey, neighbors! How was your trip?” she chirped.

“What happened to our property?” Mike demanded to know, not standing for any small talk.

Tom stepped out to meet us on the porch, his face a mask of innocence. “That wasn’t us. You can’t prove anything,” he snapped.

I raised an eyebrow. “Why did you think we’d accuse you? Do you know who did this?”

Jane’s eyes darted nervously. “Oh, maybe it was the neighbors across the road? Ethan and his girlfriend — they’re a weird couple, bunch of hippies, if you ask me.”

“Right,” I said, not believing a word. “We’ll go check with them.”

We decided to check it out. Ethan answered the door, looking confused at our aggressive tone. His girlfriend, Olivia, stood next to him, equally bewildered.

“Look, we’re sorry to bother you,” I started, “but our property was vandalized while we were away. The Johnsons suggested it might have been you.”

Ethan’s eyes widened. “What? No way! We’ve barely left the house since moving in. We’ve been renovating.”

Olivia stepped forward. “Actually, we might be able to help. We installed security cameras last week. They cover part of your property too.”

“Really?” Mike perked up. “Would you mind if we took a look?”

Ethan nodded. “Of course, come on in.”

We watched the footage in disbelief. The Johnsons had thrown multiple parties at our house while we were away. Their guests had no respect for our property, and Jane and Tom did nothing to stop them.

“I can’t believe this,” I muttered, watching Jane laugh as her kid spray-painted our fence.

Mike’s fists were clenched. “Those lying, two-faced —”

“I’m so sorry,” Ethan said. “We had no idea this was happening.”

Olivia nodded. “Yeah, if we’d known, we would have said something.”

We thanked them for their help and left, fury building with each step back to the Johnsons’ house. This time, we didn’t bother knocking.

“Hey, Tom,” I called out. “Let’s talk again about the trash that mysteriously appeared on our property.”

Tom came to the door, opened it, and looked at me for a few moments, then he shrugged and offered lamely, “You’re blowing this out of proportion. It’s just some trash and a bit of paint. Kids will be kids, right?”

“Just some trash?” Mike exploded. “Our pool is filthy, our garden is destroyed, and there’s garbage all over our property!”

“And let’s not forget the multiple parties you threw at our house,” I added. “We saw the security footage.”

Jane’s face paled. “What footage?”

“Ethan and Olivia’s security cameras caught everything,” I explained, enjoying the look of panic on their faces.

Their smug attitudes fueled my anger. I knew it was time to teach them a lesson they wouldn’t forget.

That night, after the Johnsons had gone to bed, Mike and I put our plan into action. We gathered up all the garbage they’d left at our house, plus a few extra “presents” from our trash.

At midnight, we crept over to their yard. “Ready?” I whispered to Mike.

He nodded, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Let’s do this.”

We spread the trash all over their lawn and garden, making sure it was a complete mess. As a final touch, we let our kids paint whatever they wanted on the Johnsons’ front fence.

“Remember, kids,” I whispered, “be as creative as you want.”

Our daughter grinned, wielding her paintbrush like a weapon. “This is gonna be fun!”

The next morning, we woke up early to watch the show. Jane’s scream of disgust was music to my ears.

“Tom! Tom! Look at this!” she shrieked.

Tom stumbled out, and his jaw dropped at the sight. “What is this?”

We casually strolled over, coffee mugs in hand. “Everything okay?” I asked innocently.

Jane turned to us, her face red with anger. “Did you do this?”

I shrugged, mimicking Tom’s gesture from yesterday. “You’re blowing this out of proportion. It’s just some trash and a bit of paint.”

Mike chimed in, “Kids will be kids, right?”

The look on their faces was priceless. They knew they’d been caught, and there was nothing they could do about it.

“This is unacceptable!” Tom blustered. “We’ll report you to the homeowners’ association!”

I smiled sweetly. “Go ahead. I’m sure they’d love to see the footage of you vandalizing our property too.”

Jane’s face crumpled. “Why would you do this?”

“Why would we do this?” Mike repeated incredulously. “Are you serious? You trashed our house, threw parties without our permission, and let your guests destroy our property!”

“And then you lied about it,” I added. “You even tried to blame Ethan and Olivia.”

Tom had the decency to look ashamed. “We… we didn’t think you’d find out.”

“Well, we did,” I said firmly. “And now you know how it feels.”

Word spread quickly through the neighborhood. When Jane tried to complain to other neighbors, we simply showed them the footage of what the Johnsons had done to our property.

“I can’t believe they would do that,” our neighbor Mrs. Peterson said, shaking her head after watching the video. “And they seemed like such nice people.”

Another neighbor, Mr. Garcia, was equally disgusted. “That’s just not right. You can’t treat people’s property like that.”

Within days, the neighborhood had turned against them. They had no choice but to clean up their mess and change their ways.

As I watched them picking up trash from their lawn, I couldn’t help but think about that warning note. Sometimes, you need to stand up for yourself and teach people a lesson in respect. The Johnsons learned the hard way that treating others badly can come back to bite you.

“You know,” Mike said, putting his arm around me, “I’m glad we found that note, even if it was a little late.”

I nodded, leaning into him. “Me too. And next time, we’ll listen to warnings like that a lot sooner.”

We stood there, watching the Johnsons work, feeling satisfied that justice had been served. It wasn’t the welcome to the neighborhood we’d expected, but it sure made for one hell of a story.

As we turned to go back inside, I saw Ethan and Olivia walking down the street. They waved, and we waved back.

“You know,” I said to Mike, “I think we might have found some real friends in this neighborhood after all.”

What would you have done?

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